to you first-generation, first-born, first in the family, low-income students out there i feel you.
TW: Mental illness mention, Dissociation mention, Suicide mention
I. There are many wooden things in my house, Wooden picture frames sitting atop wooden china cabinets With wooden shelves housing more wooden frames.
Margo is just like her mother. Her beauty is dark and holds all of the world’s secrets. Living in the under eye bags right above her puffed cheeks, that you’d think wouldn’t flatter anybody.
1 Our Black Magic I am standing in line for coffee, it is early and the windows are fogged, The morning chill still rattling in my bones when I hear a voice behind me, lowered to a whisper. A girl says, in a tone of disgust- “It can’t be that bad to...
Dear Clarisse, I am a white Latina living in Miami, FL. All my friends are Latinx and/or black, and I completely identify with Latinx culture. I have been wondering if I am considered a POC.
I open my eyes to sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains and roll over sleepily to check the time on my phone. 10.38. I stare at the number for a second, then my heart drops.
My life is not an easy one for just anyone to live. This is not just me grasping for attention; the same thing can be said about anyone else’s life.
Many times, I encounter the question, What would your superpower be? My answer constantly changes. However, each time, I can’t help but remember my first answer: to be invisible.
Act 1. She recited her lines like a seasoned musician would strum their guitar. A familiar song, speaking to the audience before her in a melody known only to those with the score.
An apology. All I really wanted was an apology, any sort of acknowledgement that you see what you did wrong to me.